Chapter 57 Liancheng Sword Technique

As soon as Feng Yi said this, the Blood Knife Patriarch understood his meaning. It was not right to agree, nor was it right to disagree.

He was the fourth generation leader of the Qinghai Black Sect Blood Knife Sect. He swept Qinghai every day and had experienced countless hardships and dangers in his life. But now he was defeated by a junior. However, he was different from the upright heroes. He did not care much about his reputation. If he could not win, he would just run away. After all, a hero would not suffer a loss in front of him!

But Feng Yi directly revealed his intention! What is courage? Just keep doing it.

Isn't it a lack of courage to run away?

And the fact that Feng Yi said this obviously showed that he knew that he would run away.

In an instant, more than ten strategies flashed through the Blood Knife Patriarch's mind, but he felt that none of them worked.

His own eldest disciple Shengdi was hit in the chest by Feng Yi, his eyes bulged out, his mouth was cracked and his eyes were slanted, blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, he no longer looked like a human being, and died in an instant.

The martial arts skills of the other disciples are far inferior to Shengdi. If he had not been injured, he would also be able to fight with Feng Yi.

However, after taking a punch from Feng Yi, he only felt pain in his body, which was fine, but after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt breathless in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. His body seemed to be weak and light all over. If he hadn't had the support of his disciples, he would have wanted to collapse to the ground.

He knew that his internal injuries were serious and would not be healed in ten days or half a month. He could only intensify his breathing and regulate his energy so that he would have the strength to escape.

The Blood Knife Patriarch’s face turned purple, and he suddenly laughed loudly, shaking the knife in his hand, with a fierce look in his eyes: “Feng Yi, the ancestor also knows that you are an experienced person.

You said, now that I and the four disciples are fighting you to the death, what advantage can you gain? What you just said in front of everyone, "If I don't kill you, I will not be a human being", isn't it just empty talk?"

The Blood Knife Patriarch also knew that the reason Feng Yi was talking to him was because he was stabbed by him. Although he was wearing precious clothes and did not suffer any external injuries, he was also injured. At the very least, half of his body was numb.

He is massaging his shoulders now to use his internal energy to clear the meridians so that his body can recover.

Even if there was only one Ling Tui Si, it would be useless even with so many people.

Because Ling Tui Si will send people forward at this time, and he doesn’t know whether Feng Yi will die or not, but there is an 80% chance that he will die.

After all, he thought, if he and Feng Yi were in the same situation, what would he do when Ling Tuisi called for people to come forward? He would definitely rush in between him and his disciple.

Then I, as the most powerful and seriously injured person, will be the first to bear the brunt.

How could he intervene with the bunch of good-for-nothings under Ling Tui Si? In the end, he would have to fight to the death with his disciples!

For his own sake, the Blood Knife Patriarch had to delay time so that he could recover his ability to move.

So at this moment, his mind was full of thoughts about how to get out of this situation. If Feng Yi could divert his target, that would be a good idea! Ling Tui Si was not a fool either. He instantly understood the Blood Knife Ancestor's intention, and his face twitched.

He also had his own difficulties. He thought that the Blood Knife Sect's master and disciples would never be defeated by Feng Yi. Even if they were defeated, they could still make him lose a lot of his energy. But who knew that Sheng Di became a dead dog in the blink of an eye, and the Blood Knife ancestor was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.

Feng Yi had learned the "Shen Zhao Jing" and "Wu Ying Shen Quan" in just seven days, which was beyond his imagination, but he didn't expect that he could still play with the sword today! Feng Yi had been under Ling Tui Si for more than ten years, and Ling Tui Si had never seen him practice sword. In just a few days, his sword skills had become exquisite.

This couldn't help but make Ling Tui Si come up with an idea.

I am not fighting with anyone anymore!

It's the sky! How can he do anything with the people under his command?

The most terrifying one is Feng Yi, who is invulnerable to swords and guns.

Ling Tuisi was also a martial arts expert. How terrifying was it that Feng Yi was invulnerable to swords and spears? Seeing his men all stunned, it was obvious that they were frightened and scared, so he did not dare to act rashly.

Just looking forward to Feng Yi continuing to fight with the Blood Knife Sect.

If he ordered an attack on Feng Yi, he might not necessarily kill him. The people of Blood Blade Sect might escape, but what about him? Blood Blade Sect could retreat to Qinghai, but could he still leave Jingzhou?

Ling Tui Si and the Blood Knife Sect originally joined forces for the sake of profit. For a time, both gangs had their own ulterior motives, and both hoped that the other would attract Feng Yi's killer for them.

How could Feng Yi not know what the two were thinking? He chuckled and said coldly, "Ling Tui Si deserves to die, but you, the Blood Blade Sect, raped and robbed countless decent women. You are nothing more than a piece of shit!"

As he spoke, he intensified his internal energy circulation to keep the meridians in his left shoulder unobstructed.

The Blood Knife Patriarch's eyes flickered, and he laughed loudly, "Feng Yi, let me teach you something: enjoying life while you can is what we want! As the saying goes: 'A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman'.

Men have liked women since ancient times.

But you are so good at kung fu, but you are not interested in beauties. The daughter of Qi Changfa is beautiful and graceful. The ancestor wanted to play with her, but you slapped her twice and she lost her appetite. Do you not know how to cherish women, or do you want to save people?"

The reason why Feng Yi beat Qi Fang into a pig-like face was that he guessed that those people were all members of the Blood Knife Sect, and he was afraid that she would be targeted by them. However, he did not think of explaining this, but the Blood Knife Patriarch saw through it.

Feng Yi smiled slightly, and with a "swoosh" he thrust the sword in his hand into the ground, then took the gourd from his waist and started drinking.

Although the fight just now was only a few short moves, he felt quite dry in the mouth due to nervousness.

Blood Knife Patriarch was secretly worried. He knew Feng Yi was about to recover, and his energy had not yet gathered. He turned to look at Shan Yong and said, "Disciple, I heard that Young Master Feng is not interested in the girl from Shui Dai. Is that true?"

"Master is right!" Shan Yong raised his eyebrows, "I heard that Shui Dai's daughter is very pretty, but our young hero Feng beat her like a flower!"

Bao Xiang laughed loudly and said in a loud voice, "Master, this kid doesn't like beautiful women. I'm afraid he is a homosexual. Otherwise, why would Ding Dian pass on the Shenzhao Gong to him!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch scratched his forehead with the knife in his hand and said with a grin, "Master Feng, this is wrong.

Men are not as fun as women! "

The Blood Knife Patriarch and others are all experts in martial arts. They know very well how to operate internal energy. They need to concentrate and focus. They deliberately provoke Feng Yi to make him angry and delay his recovery time.

How could Feng Yi not know what these people were thinking? He remained calm, slowly stuffed the gourd in, hung it around his waist, and said slowly: "Just keep talking!

Anyway, you guys are just a bunch of stinking bald asses, and you will run away as soon as you see me. I understand why you want to talk nonsense! "

As he spoke, he had already grabbed the long sword that was shining coldly and emitting a chilling aura.

When Baoxiang and others saw him draw his sword, they were all shocked. While they were on high alert, they all looked at their master, as if asking, Master, are you still capable?

The Blood Knife Patriarch coughed lightly, took a long breath, and said, "Well, I have been a powerful warrior all my life, and I have never been convinced by anyone. Today, I am convinced of my defeat.

Treasures belong to those who are capable. My Blood Sword Sect doesn't want the Divine Scripture anymore, so please let Governor Ling take care of it!

I have something else important to do, so I won't accompany you any longer."

After saying this, he waved his hand and immediately retreated with several disciples, intending to slip away without even leaving Shengdi's body behind.

Ling Tuisi was shocked, staring at the Blood Saber Patriarch, cursing in his heart: "Damn Blood Saber Sect Master, I am really blind to cooperate with this bunch of bastards!"

"Wait!" Feng Yi dodged and crossed several feet, and said coldly: "Old bald thief, leave your head behind!"

The long sword rushed straight towards the chest and abdomen of the Blood Knife Ancestor like a streak of silk.

His left shoulder has not yet recovered, but since the Blood Knife Patriarch wanted to run away, he didn't care.

When the Blood Knife Patriarch saw him drinking and holding a sword, he wanted to jump onto the roof, but his internal strength was not smooth and he really didn't dare to fly into the air.

Being in mid-air, with no leverage, and unable to turn freely, facing a master like Feng Yi, that was a dead end. Before he could think of a way to escape, he saw Feng Yi flashing, sword flowers blooming, covering him. He cursed in his heart: "Damn it, this kid's martial arts is much stronger than my grandfather's, he might die today!"

He thought so, but seeing that he could not escape for the time being, he calmed down instead, his body flashed, the power penetrated his right arm, and the blood knife flew out of the air. The knife was like thin paper, bending and straightening in all directions, and it made a big circle, setting up nine knife nets.

I saw a group of red shadows covering his whole body, and shouted: "Disciples, his left arm is not working, focus on the lower body and left arm."

Bao Xiang, Shan Yong and the others also surrounded them with their weapons in hand. They had been trained for a long time, and their two swords were flying around their heads, attacking the left arm and upper body at risk. The two swords were like rolling clouds and flying snow, attacking the middle and lower routes.

This fierce fight was even more dangerous than the previous one.

Feng Yi broke through the six knife circles of the Blood Knife Ancestor in one breath, but his momentum quickly ran out and he was finally stopped.

If he fought against Old Ancestor Xue alone, facing a seriously injured opponent, he could naturally break his sword net in one breath. However, he had four disciples to help him. Feng Yi could not protect his upper body, but he had to protect his lower body.

Moreover, this "Blood Knife Technique" cannot be guessed by common sense at all. It seems to attack to the right, but then turns back, slashes down with the knife, and suddenly changes to a horizontal cut. There are incredible moves everywhere, and ordinary warriors cannot avoid them at all.

Although the Blood Knife Ancestor was injured, the Blood Knife is still a sharp weapon that can cut through iron like mud. He has been immersed in it for his entire life, and his knife skills are extremely pure. He has brought the strangeness of the Blood Knife's knife skills to the fullest.

The martial arts of Baoxiang and others cannot be compared with that of the Blood Knife Ancestor, but they were not injured, and their speed, ruthlessness and accuracy were not affected at all.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's "Shen Zhao Gong" was perfected, and he could use his power to resist the enemy and counterattack naturally. The long sword he got from Taoist Xiao was also extraordinary, and he was wearing a black silk robe, so he didn't need to protect his upper body.

The sword light in his hand was like a cold star and lightning, sweeping back and forth at will. The six people were spinning in circles like a revolving lantern, demonstrating the lightness of body, the speed of sword, the strength of fists like mountains, and the quickness and cunningness of swords to the fullest.

All you can hear is the clanging sound of metal clashing.

Feng Yi knew that this time he had caught the Blood Knife Ancestor by surprise and seriously injured him, but this was his only chance.

The next time they meet, the Blood Knife Ancestor will definitely not engage in a head-on confrontation with him. If he concentrates on running away, he may not be able to catch up.

Moreover, the fate of "falling flowers and running water" might not necessarily happen to him, so the long sword was extremely swift, and although it seemed that he could deal with five people, most of the consequences were on the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Seeing that he was determined to kill him, the Blood Knife Patriarch was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had no way to stop it.

If this place was a narrow one, with five of them besieging them, and if Blood Knife Patriarch sacrificed the lives of one or two of his disciples, perhaps Feng Yi could be killed.

But this is the Wan family compound, the place is spacious, Feng Yi is as fast as flying, and the sword is as fast as lightning, he can fight however he wants.

The five people could not be separated too far apart, lest he seize the opportunity and defeat them one by one.

Moreover, Feng Yi was wearing a black silkworm robe, so he didn't need to defend his upper body too much, which greatly reduced the threat to many assassins from the Blood Knife Sect.

After all, if they wanted to stab him again, it would be beyond the ability of just a few people as his body was not flexible.

In a word, the Blood Knife Monk could not kill Feng Yi, but if he was even slightly careless, he would be pierced by the sword. Everyone was complaining in their hearts.

Everyone who witnessed this battle was dazzled and terrified.

Ling Tui Si stood quietly aside, staring at the battle situation without blinking. Although he was very attentive to the fight between the two sides, his expression did not change, because no matter who died on either side, it had nothing to do with him. All he was thinking about was how to kill Feng Yi.

Ling Tui Si is a shrewd man with a murderous intent that he hides. Today, he has had someone smear the poison of "Jinbo Xunhua" on the arrowheads. As long as he has a chance, he will attack Feng Yi.

As for Feng Yi, he has to be prepared before he can take the antidote.

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However, these six people shuttled back and forth, swiftly and agilely, each showing off their unique skills, with swords flashing and sabers flying, and strong winds whistling, which could feel like knives cutting through faces even at a distance of several feet.

Ling Tui Si wanted to have his men shoot arrows, but the few of them formed a force network, and the arrows might not be able to kill Feng Yi.

If the arrow was deflected back and hurt him, or if he angered the people of the Blood Blade Sect and they turned their guns against him, then...

Ling Tui Si valued his life after all, so for this reason, he could only wait and see what would happen.

Feng Yi was attacked by five people. After dozens of moves, his body was like a giant eagle circling in the sky, and suddenly like a dragon and snake running. His sword moves became faster and faster, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air became sharper. Some of his moves were bold like the Eastward Flowing River, some were graceful like flowing water under a small bridge, and some were rough like the rising sun.

Feng Yi immediately enjoyed it.

Unconsciously, he had brought the "Shen Zhao Gong" and "Tang Poetry Sword Technique" to their full potential.

Well, his Tang Shi swordsmanship at this moment can almost be said to be the "Liancheng Swordsmanship".

Feng Yi originally learned the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique". If he wanted to deduce the "Liancheng Sword Technique", he needed to integrate the "Shen Zhao Jing", fully understand the profound meaning of the mysterious skill, and understand the divine wisdom, otherwise it would be impossible.

However, the person he met today was a master of the Blood Knife Sect, and the "Shen Zhao Gong" in his body was completely stimulated. Especially with the Blood Knife Patriarch and Sheng Di, masters who could pose a great threat to him, one injured and one dead, he felt less nervous.

Those amazing works were displayed before the world like a beautiful painting. Many wonderful moves that had never been thought of or seen before also emerged, as if it was not him who was wielding the sword, but the sword was flying on its own, and he was just following its momentum.

And this is the meaning of Liancheng Sword Technique.

Liancheng swordsmanship uses ancient poems as moves, which requires sudden inspiration like a great poet. It does not require perfection but becomes perfect, and it does not require ingenuity but becomes ingenious.

Both in style and expression, it is full of poetic and picturesque beauty, which makes people intoxicated.

The Blood Knife Monk saw sword lights flashing all in front of him. He didn't know which sword was real and which was fake. It was hard to defend himself and he cried out in pain in his heart.

They thought that even if Feng Yi had protective clothing, it would not be able to protect his entire body from wind and rain. However, Feng Yi became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Not only did his internal strength not diminish in the slightest, but his swordsmanship became more and more miraculous.

The Blood Knife Patriarch was given special treatment by Feng Yi, and was in great danger. If it weren't for his decades of martial arts training, he would have been lying down by now.

But he knew that he was seriously injured and couldn't hold out for much longer, so he made a plan to escape, which he didn't want to use unless it was absolutely necessary. But now...

"This is the Liancheng Sword, ah!"

Shanyong yelled.

The Blood Knife Sect had a very bad reputation and everyone wanted to kill them. If the Blood Knife Sect disciples were not all highly skilled in martial arts and were not far away in Qinghai, they would have been wiped out from the martial arts world long ago.

Even so, they don't come to the Central Plains often. Once they come, the martial artists will attack them! Shan Yong is fat and looks kind, so he travels around the Central Plains more often and has more experience. He has explained many things about the Central Plains martial arts to the Blood Knife Patriarch.

For example, the Blood Knife Patriarch, the most famous "Four Wonders of the South and Four Oddities of the North" in the martial arts world, did not know about it.

At this point in the fight, Shan Yong suddenly discovered that Feng Yi was using the famous "Liancheng Sword Technique", and he couldn't help but blurt it out.

Before he could finish his words, he heard a scream and was hit on the shoulder by Feng Yi's sword, and blood spurted out.

At this moment, he was still unable to resist with all his strength, and he was distracted and spoke, so how could he not be hit? This was also because the Blood Knife Patriarch and the others slashed several times, attacking Feng Yi's vital points. He was attacked from several sides and did not use his full strength, otherwise Shan Yong's arm would have been broken.

Even so, Shan Yong had just avoided the disaster of breaking his arm when he suddenly heard a whoosh sound and Feng Yi punched out with his left fist, which was the "Shadowless Divine Fist".

Shan Yong hastily swung his sword sideways. Feng Yi lowered his arm and swept it across the blade. His hand felt numb, and the sword began to tremble and flew straight into the sky.

Shan Yong was about to dodge and retreat, but Feng Yi launched a series of punches and took advantage of the momentum to attack again. This punch was so fast that it hit him in the chest in an instant.

Then there was a loud "pop" sound, like that of rotten leather.

Shanyong flew straight off the ground, and in mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes were half-closed and his face was as pale as gold paper.

Bayin and Hujie saw Shanyong being hit, so they roared like tigers and swung their swords towards Feng Yi, one to take his lower body and the other to take his head.

But when he was swinging the sword, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from his back. He was startled, and before he could turn around, he felt a pain on his back. He felt that the opponent's strength was very familiar, and he pounced on Feng Yi involuntarily.

It turned out that the Blood Knife Patriarch was a cunning man, scheming and extremely cruel. He was always thinking about how to survive. He seemed to be fighting bravely just now, but in fact he was conserving his energy and looking for a chance to escape.

Seeing that Shanyong had followed in Shengdi's footsteps, if the fight continued, who knew who would be the next one. If he jumped away, with Feng Yi's martial arts skills, he would have no chance of getting back to the house.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to use his two disciples as hidden weapons to attack Feng Yi in order to buy himself time to go to the room.

So he pushed with all his might, containing the superior internal force of the Blood Sword Sutra that he had cultivated for decades. Bayin and Hujie both shot towards Feng Yi like human cannonballs.

Feng Yi was very close to the two men, less than six feet away, so the Blood Knife Patriarch's move surprised him.

This certainly couldn't hurt him, but he had no time to dodge, so he could only swing his sword and swing his left palm diagonally.

With a flash of sword light, Bayin was split in half from head to waist, his intestines and stomach were all over the ground, and everyone screamed in surprise.

Hu Jie was pushed aside by his palm.

The Blood Knife Patriarch laughed and said, "The ancestor has taken a step forward."

His martial arts skills were already superb, and with the help of the reaction force of his two disciples, he leaped onto the roof in a flash.

Feng Yi was swinging his sword and striking with his palm at that time, so he naturally had no time to stop him. He quickly flew up.

The Blood Knife Patriarch held the blood knife in his mouth and flew backward, while his two big sleeves were pulled like sails and he just flicked his sleeves.

The green tiles on half of the roof seemed to be driven by a hurricane, and they all rushed towards Feng Yi with a humming sound.

In the sunlight, only a green light could be seen, covering Feng Yi.

Feng Yi was in the air, the sword in his right hand swirling, smashing the incoming tiles into pieces. However, he had to use a lot of force to block so many tiles in the air, and he had nowhere to gain leverage, so his true energy was unsustainable and he could only fall to the ground.

When the precious elephant saw that the master used his junior brother to escape, he also took advantage of Feng Yi to chase the master and flew towards the wall, shouting, "Don't shoot yet!"

"Shoot!"

Ling Tuisi shouted loudly.

Before this, several people were in a melee and could not shoot arrows. At this time, Feng Yi was in mid-air blocking tiles, so he finally had a chance.

Feather arrows flew like raindrops, shooting towards Feng Yi.

How could Ling Tui Si's archers compare with the Blood Knife Ancestor? Feng Yi didn't have to use much force to draw the sword in the air. While waving his sleeves and swinging the sword, he not only shot down the feather arrows, but also reflected the feather arrows that were flicked by his sleeves back.

Then, a series of "chi chi..." sounds were heard, and dozens of people fell to the ground with a thud.

Some people were hit in the head by feather arrows, and some were hit in the body by feather arrows and fell down immediately, blood gushing out. The entire Wan family instantly turned into a bloody Shura field.

Before the second round of arrows could be shot at him, Feng Yi lightly stepped on the ground and soared into the air again, jumping back onto the roof.

Looking up, I saw the dark shadow of the Blood Knife Ancestor disappearing in a corner behind the house.

In an instant, Feng Yi's face turned pale and his eyes were cold. He looked at Ling Tui Si who was shocked.

There was only one thought in my mind: who should I kill first?

(End of this chapter)